So I got the pants, gloves and helmet, and rode my bike back down to Clifton:
I had the pleasure of parking it in front of my house once:
And it broke down. I was riding it in traffic, trying to get the idle right (it was running really really high). I adjusted the idle stop for the right cylinder, it blew a bunch of white smoke, and then apparently stopped firing. I got it to start again and managed to get it to the College of Business, where its parked now. I'm afraid I might have to tear apart the engine again.